"Is that all you want to purchase?" the shopkeeper asked, eyeing Nolan.
"Do you have armor?" Nolan replied.
The man leaned forward slightly. Then he looked at Nolan's outfit and smirked. "It's for the girls, right? Because I can tell—the suit you're wearing is far more powerful than any armor I could sell."
Nolan didn't answer. The man walked to the back and returned carrying a heavy full set of armor. It gleamed like steel and covered the face and hands completely, resembling the gear of a palace knight.
"This will be perfect," Nolan said proudly. "At least it could protect their faces."
"You like this, right?" Nolan asked, glancing at Celia and Linda.
"No. Not one bit," Celia muttered.
"Master, it's too heavy," she added quickly. Linda nodded in agreement.
"Oh, you don't want this?" the man sighed, shaking his head. "I had a feeling you'd say that."
